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A Friend’s Reminder

This Unknown person is a wealth of information, wouldn’t you say? This time I think he got it wrong, or at the very least forgot how standing at the door can offer an opportunity to fix or mend a relationship, if the parties have mutually agreed it’s worth saving. Continue reading
She Waits With Music
“The Theme you play at the start of a number is the territory,
and what comes after, which may have very little to do with it,
is the Adventure!” – Ornette Coleman
She Waits With Music
by: Audrey Dawn
Patrons walked by her. They paused to take a look, but then chose to move on, often times with a glance back, as if wondering whether she’d be okay. Yes, it was late and she’d been there awhile listening to the light leftover sounds of the imaginative and free style jazz music coming from Basie’s place. A woman isn’t normally out by herself on a street full of dark alleys; short streets filled with dirty puddles which contain the smells rejected by most. She couldn’t allow herself to go inside the bar.
What if she missed him walking by that corner over there or there. Her eyes drifted side to side. She’d decided that the open air, coupled with waiting close by, would allow her to see each visitor who enjoyed this part of town. This time of night. Ambrosia knew she shouldn’t wait outside alone, yet she’d told herself she’d engage in the hopes of finding him. Continue reading
COFFEE [ kaw-fee ]
Heading into a bit of ridiculousness. Beware!
C – Contains all I need to focus this morning.
O – Often the one I lean on in situations where my hands need a break from persevering.
F – Friends join in, comment on my work and sit while, as I consider their point of view.
F – Familiar fumes of Columbian beans fill my space then proceed to remind me of Dad, too.
E – Entertained at my options: cold or hot, as long as it’s mocha I’ll have a drop.
E – Each time I pour a cup I’m relieved we established early. I know you and you know me.
Familiarity…
Throwback Thursday: Lil Oldest Daughter & Redheaded Sister

Throwin’ it way back!! I mean WAY BACK!
Hoping to get something on here tonight, although the outlook seems dim, as I try to catch up on everything else I didn’t do while sick. (Although, I’m please you all enjoyed the song and diary entries.)
Pug Dog
Pug Dog
(Somewhat In the tune of Annie’s, Dumb Dog)
Pug Dog, why are you snoring?
Pug Dog, you’re sleeping more than me.
You snore at my feet, Pug.
You snore between my sheets, Dog.
Pug Dog, why are you following me?
On my lap you sit and snore, Pug.
You lay on more than half of our couch, Dog.
Pug Dog, why are you stalking me?
I can’t run away, Pug.
You snore throughout the day, Dog.
Pug Dog, you can stop snoring at any time.
Pug Dog….. STOP!
A day in the life with Oldest Daughter & Redheaded Sister and Pug Dog (Oscar)
I Miss Food: The Diary of a Sick Woman

Day 1:
I think I’m going to die. Oh yeah, I have to take my children to school. Fine go ahead, wave, I don’t have the strength.
It’s too far to my bed, so I think I’ll die here on the couch. Oh man, I’m going to be late picking up the children. The sun is so bright. Ouch.
I made dinner on those other nights so find something to eat. Husband and Children, please spin that Leftover Wheel of Fun, so I can die in peace. Shoot, I have to sign and review homework.
I’m going to bed, maybe that’s my final resting place. Get this pug out of my bed…I’m hot enough as it is. Oh fever, I hate you.
Day 2:
Okay, I didn’t die, but I don’t like my bathroom much anymore. Early morning choir practice…hurry children, hurry! An hour and a half later, “Son, put your tuba away. You’ll be late for school.” Where’d I put my glasses? Stop looking at me like I just woke up…
I don’t drive well sick. Don’t ask me why I’m driving so slow. Stop honking at me!! Why does life continue when one’s sick. How dare it?! Oh what’s wrong with me… I miss the fetal position.
A note from a friend…”Did you eat chicken from here?”….oh crud. On Saturday I played with raw chicken as I put it in the crock-pot after cleaning the drawer of the refrigerator which had ooie gooie chicky juicy in it… Salmonella?
Is that why there’s cramping. Ugh. I feel sour. I’m usually overly careful of chicken. I fear this sickness will turn me into an overnight OCD hand-washer, as if it wasn’t borderline before this moment. Oh, I feel asleep on the couch again? Did that count as family time?
Day 3:
I miss real food. I found this picture today. There was a time where a rib eye with gorgonzola cheese, potatoes and carrots where part of my life. I long for the days of a cold Shiner and beautiful scenery… Ahh, date night…I remember you.
Oh whether it’s the flu or salmonella poisoning, I’m over it! I have had all I can take. Let me lift the blinds a bit…
I wonder what the rest of today will bring?
Ladies Night
I was invited to see The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert this past weekend with some friends. On the outside looking in this just looks like a musical about a few Drag Queens driving across Australia in order to put on a show at a casino.
And it is…
I didn’t realize what this musical was about when I agreed to go along, so a few weeks ago I sat down and did some research. I went in expecting to laugh a lot, sing along a lot and to be entertained alongside friends.
Currently, I”m still absorbing what the night had actually gifted me. My mind is numb from the music, costumes, acting, singing and colors that were used to entertain us.
More than anything, the lessons and reminders that I walked away with are immeasurable and I’m glad I was asked to go. I didn’t realize I needed a reminder on understanding someone’s position or possibly how detached I am towards many human behaviors. I was shaken back to the reality of how hateful people can be, how surprisingly supportive the out-of-the-ordinary acquaintance is when given the opportunity and that above all else the notion that we all just want to be loved and accepted.
This production opened up a fountain of emotions.
Do you know what it feels like to be surrounded by mind-boggling talent? It’s so unbelievably humbling. The actors in Priscilla Queen of the Desert have a gift, an entertaining gift, that I had forgotten can exist and how much I desire to fill my need to be surrounded by it. I was reminded of how uniquely talented you have to be to write music that stirs the soul, and how creative you need to be to dream up costumes that transport you to center stage. To top it off, I left reminded that when you see God-given ability, you should stand in awe.
None the less, it was STILL extremely entertaining, edgy and highly inappropriate for my eyes ears, but I am thankful for the experience and astonished at what a writer’s talented mind is capable of without much effort.
Redheaded Sister’s Saddness
I miss my sisters.
I need them today.
A feeling only sisters should witness, has come to stay.
The words I shutter, please find me, I pray.
You can lay your head on my shoulder.
The only act I need, please come and sit with me.
I want you to twirl my red curls around your finger.
As you lay your leg across my knee.
I wanna be near you and wait for my heart to relax.
It’s been through all shapes and sizes for far too long.
Living away still confuses me, am I on the right track?
My heart wonders around looking for truth.
Up and down it goes as my mind searches for you.
Which way to turn for safety, I cannot rightly say
Without your voice I am lost today.
I desire the words that ring honestly true,
“Oh Auddie…we need you.”
It’s Been A Long Time Friends
Today is a silly story kind of day. I’m feeling very happy and extremely energized, so right off I’m thinking today is going to be fantastic. For starters, I’m not working! Yay, half day of uninterrupted writing for me. This is so super exciting, are ya feelin’ me? Then on top of that, we get to discuss friendship tonight, oh boy. 
Tubas & Sisters

This morning, bright and early and before school, I hear my son playing his tuba. I giggle because it’s a tuba and it’s loud. I stop to wonder if anyone can hear it oom-pa pa, oom-pa paing along.
Just last night my daughter was caught saying, “Why does it have to be the biggest instrument? He has to play that thing…”
She said this to herself as she walked by the tuba which was sitting in one of the living room chairs. I think she probably rolled her eyes as she prepared her bag for early morning choir.
Now I sit here contentedly preparing for my day and I giggle. I have a daughter rolling her eyes in exasperation and a son, who enjoys an early morning tuba session. Both caught up in being very authentic, I’m thrilled to have been a spectator for both events.
Oom-pa Oom-pa Oom-pa…I have a post to do. Happy Thursday! I’m off today!! Watch out WordPress. I have something brewing…and it isn’t just coffee.
My New Blog Button
Big news today! I’m “blogging crafty” over here on Oldest Daughter & Redheaded Sister, I have a new shiny Blog Button:
Calling all Ken Follett Fans: We Shall Wait Together
Edge of Eternity will be out in less than a year. I agree, we should all pause for a quick dance around the room, possibly a jig if you’re into that kind of thing. I have been waiting for this announcement since I read Winter of the World, by Ken Follett this past spring. I’m glad to finally have a date, September 16, 2014. Let’s pause to add that to our calendars, shall we?
I can’t stand this cat and mouse game, but it comes along with reading a series discovered on the front end of its entirety. Sadly, I have a growing list of books I’m waiting to read. I allow this so I can either continue a story in progress or obviously, so I can wrap the series up into a little bow and shelve it away. I like little bows.
I’ve been known to finish a series that I’ve lost investment in just to clear up any resolution issues that may result in the lack of sleep. In this case, Ken Follett’s Century Trilogy, has me waiting impatiently over how he’ll creatively finalize his characters, but not on where he’ll abandon us in history when the book is through.
I should explain why I’m so apathetic about our history after his series ends. It’s safe to assume that I’m okay with it because he’ll dump me off right where I am, historically speaking. It’s my presumption that I can take it from here, for obvious reasons.
I can head on down to the book store or local library and find current non-fiction books on what’s truly happening around the world OR I could find a trusted newsroom on television that’ll keep me informed. The latter being a bit more of a challenge.
I find myself getting a bit nervous when I begin to think about where his characters, whom I’ve grown to love, will go and what they’ll do. In his third, and final installment, I stop to consider what their fictional fate may be as a result of historical events.
Are you following me? Stick with me…
When I started reading Fall of Giants, the first book in this trilogy, I was, once again, thrown off at how easily I fell into the book’s rhythm. I suppose I’ll always be surprised when I begin a book that I’d previously decided wasn’t for me.
Book + Pushy Knowledgeable Friend = Book Love Affair, every time.
It’s a welcomed relief. Ken Follett has a keen way of investing us early with an emotional look inside his fictional, yet historical, Century Trilogy.
The proof is in the first few pages, as it is a genuine lesson in the emotions of Britain’s Welsh miners. The man, that Follett guy, knew how to grab me, didn’t he? From there I was easily transported into a world of times past.
They, Follett and his staff, have taken measures to make sure that the series runs historically accurate and I appreciate their chivalry, and thrive on it. It’s astounding how quickly this series has sent me into researching further details of the world he brings to life.
I must say, that I’ve found WWI and the Russian Revolution much more interesting the second time around. I know the reason for this is because Follett has discovered a way to make me, Audrey, sit up and listen. It’s our fantastic world history mixed in with the gripping serial drama he’s created. Hook line and sinker, I fell. I’ve fallen hard. I’ve learned so much.
Thank you, Mr. Follett.
Side note, I believe we should start a movement where adults after age 40, are required to take history courses again, one a year. You know, just add it to the list of requirements we have agreed to in order to get our vehicle licensed or possibly receive our tax refund in an orderly fashion.
Why you ask?
Well for one, it would help educate our country on how we’ve placed ourselves into our current intersection.
Or my front-runner, the notion of it, quiet frankly, making my day.
Anyone? Anyone?
Move forward, shall we?
Okay.
Forward ho! (Quick reference to my favorite time period, but I’ve digressed.)
I waited with bated breath for Winter of the World, Ken Follett’s second book in this series. I knew I’d see my beloved characters again, but didn’t take into account that I may have needed to reread Fall of Giants to prepare myself. I recognized right away that the time between books was, seemingly, too long a pause to keep the names and relationships fresh.
I had a tough time remembering whose child belonged to whom, but that didn’t stop me. A quick revisit to Fall of Giants caught me up to speed.
Side note, this is why I’m an advocate for reading a series after the final one’s been written, it’s so you can read the books quickly and consecutively, which eliminates the need to back track, especially in this instance. (Bonus for anyone who’s just now starting to read the series, you’ll be in prime position come next September!) I recognize how this creates quite the problem for authors who need to get paid sooner than later but, I mean come on, there’s a lot to remember and if you’re going to invest in reading time, and especially for a large series like this, its best to either wait, take notes or familiarize yourself with the genealogical cast of characters at the front of his novels, first.
He thinks of everything.
A genealogical casts of characters is undoubtedly the greatest life-changing, hand-holding, sweetly thinking what’s best for Audrey, add-in ever. Ever.
(Can you imagine? Follett thinking what’s best for me. I can…) Suddenly he and his silver hair have become my muse… Just look at him.
Winter of the World.
Yes.
That’s right…
For me, this book’s subject matter was tough. No doubt about it. The content was roughly more depressing, as it should be, and difficult to accept in regards to the factual history involved.
For example, you know that man from Germany and his obsession with blonde hair possibly coupled with blue eyes, yeah well we meet him during the author’s description of, seemingly, the world’s toughest ‘winter’ due to Stalin and Hitler’s cold as ice presence. Follett, takes me on a historical journey that is, at times, bone chilling. We all know how this time in history collapsed.
Sad.
Yet, at the same time I’m getting a back door view of the English hierarchy and the rise of our American influence, which Follett doesn’t hold back on, as he paints a terrible picture of Pearl Harbour and it’s casualties.
Can you imagine my intense desire to read his final book? What I find most interesting about this series is the history I’ve been given a second chance to learn. Mostly, I’m thankful for the American history and the stories Follett dreams up to lay out a lesson on America’s power; even an early look at what Prohibition may have done for and to this country. All this centered around an abundance of multi faceted fictional relationships, which have continued to keep me invested in our world’s history, created through the work of Ken Follett’s mind.
I’m worried about my inability to wait nicely for my chance to read Edge of Eternity, this final book, which holds the ending to a treasured series.
Will you wait with me?
Call To The Post; But, Oh Look, a Squirrel
It’s finally quiet and I can write in peace for the Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time.
The hum of the television is on in the background. Thankfully, it’s just the right amount of noise to persuade me to tune out the world and gather my thoughts.
I hear Robin William’s voice in the air as the house catches his premier episode.
Side Note:
Is he still funny? I’m torn. There are moments, while listening to his voice, that remind me of the days when he was spot on in his delivery. Now, I’m thinking it’s mostly forced and I’m not really into it.
Okay, bye.
Thanks for trying. (as the door slams OR the mouse clicks the X) Sorry, Robin. RV is still a family favorite.
For those of you who can’t agree with me, but can’t count my opinion out either, I thank you. Thank you for allowing me a little more time to convince you to continue reading.
I promise there must be something in this rambling brain of mine that wants to be heard. I know this because it’s been a few days since my fingers felt like race horses. Yeah, lately I’ve been housing ten little race horses that love to get out and run.
Literally, since this afternoon, I’ve sat down at the computer atleast six times. I’ve giggled at a lot I came across on WordPress, enjoyed some very thoughtful posts or pictures, and sat in awe while listening to a particularly smart story.
Anyway, I’d sit here at my desk and allow my fingers to start rubbing the keys. Then they’d bounce with the featheriest of clicks. I hadn’t actually given the green light to allow enough pressure to make the letters appear on the screen, but I could feel it coming. Can you picture it? My fingers just lightly diddling along waiting to be told it was time.
My ears waiting for the, Ding!
Do you have that visual of the little black horse, too?
You know the one. He’s the horse a few of us love to bet on when we’re attending the Kentucky Derby for the first time.
Or maybe that was just me.
He’s the long shot horse that seems to shine as bright as the sun, he has muscles that twitch with excitement as he hears the familiar crowd around him. He’s the animal no one will see coming or sadly he’d been counted out long before race day. Quietly, he’s proven that he’s up for the challenge and worthy of attention.
He’s ready to do his job, he’s ready to race.
I can actually see him trying to climb over the gate. That little swinging door, which is the only piece of material that holds him back from running, from charging forward, with all his might, eagerly approaching the goal they, the horse and his people, had been working towards. The gate holds him back, he snarls with frustration and something narley comes out of his nostrils after hearing, from behind him, that he’ll need to wait a bit longer….
Yeah, that was me. Each time I sat down to write my thoughts something else came up and I’d have to wait.
All of it was valuable, I don’t want to complain in the least, but truthfully they were all distractions. Work, my husband, children, friends, creative blog posts, jaw dropping videos spewing creativity filled with arrangements which further my interests, they all got in the way, yet I welcomed them.
Great distractions, I can’t stress that enough.
Nevertheless, when Friday gets here I’m just itching to get to the screen for some extra uninterrupted writing. Possibly, some coffee shop journaling should be done and mostly a lot of expected research about how I could/would/should improve my abilities is required.
Now that’s a list in itself, so I try not to get too worked up about how far behind I am or when waiting is the only option. Heaven help me if speculations find their way into my thoughts. Thoughts of how elementary my musings seemingly are compared to other seasoned writers.
We all go there once and a while and just thinking about some of it makes my skin crawl. I have to fight off my feelings of throwing in the towel.
I mean, seriously!
Okay, one more Side Note: (pause for my, the crazy lady’s, rant)
How is it that I’ve known this woman for, Oh, I don’t know… how long???… and I’m just NOW learning that she’s an inspiring local writer and someone I could have been talking to all along! Okay, I’m seriously crawling out of my skin about this discovery.
Honestly, we all know from past posts, I’d never actually talk reasonably or rationally about my dreams with her, but wow, I’m stunned, silenced and, actually, I have a bit of a crush on her now. She’s doing what I want to do and she does it effortlessly well.
See this is the reason why she’s multi-talented and I’m just here trying to find someone who wants to read this post. It all really just makes so much more sense now. She walks around in our circle of friends just radiating loveliness, peace, grace and normalcy, which is why I always react to her fondly. However, I should have also listened to myself when I wondered about what she did for a living, all the while blocking it out, because the right thing to do was to wait for her to mention it.
Anyway….blah blah blah…she’s the real deal. Love her.
I’m a hot mess. I can’t even find time to edit work a bit more thought-provoking for you tonight.
Y’all are stuck with this mess. Thanks for seeing this post through til the end. Now I just wanna go back to reading about someone else’s awesomeness.
My ten race horses apparently only needed to prance around a bit and then requested we head back to the stables for bed.
Tomorrow’s breakfast is rumored to be fit for Champions. So, there’s hope yet my friends.
A Reading Nightmare
My other half left, again. I don’t mean my spouse, if any of you were suddenly reaching for your phone. Let’s not get crazy! What I meant to say is, my other personality, no that’s not right either.
Oh, I’m painting a fantastic picture.
What I”m trying to say is that the reader in me has left, again. She does this from time to time, and I hate her for it, as it seems she has no respect for my attachment issues. She waltzes in at the beginning of the summer and starts pulling books off the shelf at the local library. She actually gets there early and finds time to sit on the floor of the new book section with a few rolls of Smarties and starts a running list.
My ‘No Matter What’ Friends
Do you have people in your life who enrich it to the point that it begins feeling disingenuous? I have been considering this for some time now. I have been blessed with some of the most encouraging friends and for the life of me I don’t know why. I don’t feel like I have returned their encouragement as well as they have given it out. I often walk away wondering, what I’ve done to deserve their love and acceptance.
Domestic Life

I recently went through a museum with my husband and son. They have been on a six year tour of Texas, going from place to place soaking in as much history as they possibly can. I’ve enjoyed about 75% of it.
On this day it was more like 4%, so when I saw this particular quote, I nearly lost it. The same could be said for modern Texas, although I think the oxen have been taken out of the equation. Still pondering how the oxen pulled that off, oh well.
I’m enjoying Texas through the eyes of men.
Let’s Just Add Versatile Blogger to My Short List…
I began my day seeing a rainbow, a double rainbow, while taking my children to school. I told them that today would be blessed. As I pointed to the rainbow, I explained to them that it was a beautiful promise from God. A reminder of His promise to us. It’s a marvelous thing…
Then my day went just okay. Nothing happened today that stood out as life shattering or earth changing. It was going along like a day you’d rather remember tomorrow then continue to be awake for today. A day of wishing and wanting the day to have gone differently.
And why?
Isn’t every day we’re here a day to be thankful for?
Yes. Continue reading
Can’t This Book Take a Hint?
I’m not gonna lie, it’ll be a stretch to say I’m super pumped about writing today.
Let me clarify one thing first. I feel a strong need to write. I want to write about the two books I’ve read in the last four days and how they’ve made me feel after finishing each of their final pages. This is, without a doubt, the topic I’d love to discuss, but I can’t.
My mind won’t let me, it keeps taking me back to the one slow moving book I cannot seem to finish, but I feel devotion towards obligated to.
The Paris Wife by Paula McLain left me wanting to dive into Ernest Hemingway’s life, but I can’t make myself post about it right now.
Then I read the Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory, it left me sick to my stomach for Tudor England, yet it motivates me to read another Gregory novel soon. How come I can’t find it within myself to talk about a book I finished last night and woke up thinking about today?
I’ll tell you why, because I have a third book which holds my attention and not in a good way.






